The Winchester Code

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Chapter Three

o.0.o Jessica POV o.0.o

Oh my God. Dean told me he loved me.

"I'll wait in the car," he said and started to escape to the door.

"Dean, don't," I told him. I was so close to getting him back. I wanted him back. I needed him back.

He had one hand on the doorknob but stopped when I asked him to. There was only one way to see if he meant what he said.

I would've gone to him, but I didn't trust my legs right now. "Come here," I told him. He hesitated but turned around and took two long strides toward me.

"I don't bite," I joked. He took the clue and walked another step toward me. If I reached out, I would touch him.

I put all my trust in my legs and stood carefully. But it wasn't enough. My legs buckled underneath me and I started to fall. Dean caught me.

"Hey," he said gently as he helped me up. "You okay?"

I nodded, "Yeah… I just…" I really had no reason as to why I fell. I was now able to stand on my own, but Dean wasn't moving his hands. They were still there, on my back. Not that I cared. Hell, he could keep his hands on me for the rest of our lives and then some.

I was gazing into his beautiful green eyes. My emotions weren't as clouded now and I could tell what he was thinking. He was sorry. Sorry he had hit me – even though it wasn't on purpose. Sorry he left us. For the past few days he had thought about me and how to get me back. Apparently I hadn't called his phone.

What the hell is it with people and Dean's phone? Jeez. It must be a Winchester thing.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"For what," he asked, surprised.

"I shouldn't have left you. You needed help and I just-"

"Jess," he shushed me. I quieted. "It's not your fault. I shouldn't have hurt you. I-"

Was Dean Winchester apologizing? My mind couldn't grasp the thought.

"Do you still love me," I interrupted. He shifted his gaze to my eyes and nodded without hesitation.

o.0.o Sam POV o.0.o

When Alex and I got up the next morning, we couldn't find Jess or Dean anywhere. The kids were still asleep as we conferred in the kitchen.

"What if they're out together," she asked me as I made some coffee.

"Jess probably crashed at Patrick's. And Dean might have went somewhere," I told her as I placed a cup of coffee in front of her before sitting down with my own.

"Sam, since when does the obvious explanation apply to this family?"

"Never," I answered. We learned that a long time ago.

As I was about to tell her something, we I heard the front door open. I shot her a wary look before getting up silently and starting toward the door.

I checked behind me and saw Alex hot on my heels. I flattened by back against the wall and glanced around it. Oh my God. There was Dean, his hands at Jess' waist. Hers were wrapped around his neck and they were kissing. Guess we didn't need to do anything, huh?

I quickly pulled back before nodding Alex toward the kitchen. When we got in there, I whispered, "They're together."

Her eyes light up, "Really?"

I nodded before calling – as if I didn't know who it was, "Dean? Is that you?"

I heard him clear his throat before saying, "Yeah."

"Do you know if Jess' home," I called back as he came into the kitchen.

"She pulled in behind me," he answered without looking at us. He grabbed some coffee as Alex and I talked through our eyes.

'They don't want us to know?' 'Guess so.' 'But why?' 'Ask them.'

A few minutes later, I heard the front door close and, "I'm home."

"Kitchen," Alex called.

Jess came in and acted as if nothing had happened between Dean and her. He acted the same way. But why? And what did happen?

o.0.o Alex POV o.0.o

I was just as lost as Sam was. We were getting changed and the only thing we seemed to talk about was what's going on between them. I mean, it was interesting, but we had a life too.

"Let's change the subject, Sam," I said as I applied the only make-up I wear, mascara.

"What," Sam asked as he poked his head in the bathroom from our room.

"Their love life is getting boring," I said and put the mascara in its rightful drawer. "Let's talk about ours."

He gave me a funny look before going back into our room to finish changing. "Alex, all the proof you need is that empath you're carrying."

"Sam," I scolded.

He laughed, "Well it is."

I decided that my husband didn't need to hide from me while he was changing. So I rounded the corner and was met by a half-clothed Sam. He had a black tee on with some type of logo and was trying to put his jeans on over his plaid boxers.

"What's that," I asked him as I noticed a nasty looking bruise on the inside of his thigh.

"Nothing," he replied and tried to put his pants on quicker. "I hit it when I was moving furniture the other day."

I rolled my eyes, "Liar. Sit."

"Alex," he protested. I pushed him down onto the bed. He used his hands to make sure he wasn't laying, but sitting, thus dropping the hold he had on his half-clothed jeans.

I pushed his legs open a little more so I could get a better look. He protested the whole time, "Alex, it's nothing."

I rubbed my finger along it and could tell by the way he tried to get away that it was hurting him. "Sam, how did you get this," I asked, knowing very damn well that it wasn't received from some furniture.

"Don't be mad," he begged as I stood up. I cocked an eyebrow.

"About what," I pressed and put my hands on my hips. "It isn't easy to get a bruise there unless you're…" Oh God. He wasn't, was he? Suddenly I felt light headed. "You're cheating on me," I finished in a whisper.

"Alex," Sam said as he jumped up and tried to put his hands on my arms but I backed away. "It's not that. I swear."

"What is it then," I almost screamed.

Defeated, he answered, "I went on a hunt."

o.0.o Dean POV o.0.o

Sam and Alex went upstairs to change for the day. They were totally trying to set us up. After all, they didn't know we were back together. But Jess and I were alone. Perfect. She was cooking some type of eggs on the stove as I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist.

I nuzzled my head in her neck. "Miss me," I asked.

I could tell she was smiling, "Maybe."

"Liar," I accused as she squirmed around me and put the scrambled eggs on two plates.

She took out some herbs and put them on the eggs. "Are you poisoning me," I asked as I watched her.

"Nope," she replied. "These are Alex's herbs she uses for spells and stuff."

"Why are you using them?"

She handed me my plate and winked at me as she said, "They increase sexual desire."

She brushed past me and I realized that whenever we did it, it would be fun. We hadn't gone at it while we were at the hotel. She kind of decided for both of us to wait until later.

I turned around and she was already seated at the kitchen table. I placed my plate on the table and was just about to sit when we heard yelling. 'What is it then?' Something inaudible was heard before silence. The next thing was the shattering of glass.

I looked at Jess and she held the same look of pure worry.

We started to run upstairs when something made me glance out the front window. "Sam," I shouted and ran out the door and over to my brother. He was wearing a shirt and boxers. There were cuts all over his front and only God knows how many more on his back.

"Sam," I asked. He was unconscious.

Jess went around the opposite side of Sam and knelt down. "Second story fall. Nothing major so far. Move," she commanded. I did and watched as she did some weird test I figured was to see if he had spinal damage. "He's good. Let's move."

She was confusing me with all this short-sentence doctor-nurse-mumbo- jumbo. "What," I asked.

She looked up at me before saying, "He fell from the second story. I need to help him inside. Come on."

We got him inside and on the couch. I went upstairs to find a first-aid kit. "Alex," I asked as I knocked on her and Sam's bedroom door.

She opened the door slowly, "Is he okay?" She looked worried.

"So far. I need a first-aid kit." Alex pointed to the hall closet. I grabbed it and turned to head downstairs when I saw Sam coming up and Jess hot on his heels trying to get him to stop. He was bleeding profusely and only watched Alex.

"We need to talk. Now," he told her as he grabbed her arm a little harshly and pulled her into their room, shutting the door behind them. Uh-oh. This was trouble.